We’re back for round 3 of Ilsa She-Wolf of SSeptember Month here at B-Movie Enema. Last time, I mentioned that this week’s installment, Ilsa, The Wicked Warden, was a bit of the redheaded stepchild of the series. It’s not because Ilsa is a redhead this time around (I mean… yes that too), but it’s really because this movie was never meant to be a part of the series.
The first two, as well as next week’s installment, were legitimately made to all be about a ball-busting chick (sorta) named Ilsa who ran a prison camp or a harem. This was actually meant to be entirely separate. This film was legitimately filmed to be like those other women in prison, sexploitation flicks and be marketed overseas. What better way to sell them than to have Dyanne Thorne be your villainess? And how do you give it more of the European flavor? Continue reading “Ilsa, The Wicked Warden (1977)”
Ilsa She-Wolf of SSeptember soldiers on with another installment in Dyanne Thorne’s ruthless, big-tittied, dominatrix title character’s filmography.
This time, she’s a harem keeper. A harem keeper of the oil sheiks.
I know what you’re thinking though… “Geoff, I read your B-Movie Enema blog loyally every goddamned week. I thought Ilsa died at the end of her first movie? What the fuck gives you pencil dick fuck nugget?” (Yes, I know that is exactly what you, my dear readers, say about me.) Continue reading “Ilsa, Harem Keeper of the Oil Sheiks (1976)”
Welcome to Ilsa, She-Wolf of SSeptember Month here at B-Movie Enema. What the hell does that mean? Well, over at Film Seizure, I’m co-hosting a month of sexy thrillers called Sexy September. What better way to compliment that than to have a scumbag version of the same theme over here?
And, if I’m going to do that, there’s only one way to make it really scumbaggy… Nazisploitation.
Nazis are evil sons of bitches. They are basically the lowest form of person to have ever lived. While I’m sure it can be argued exactly how many people in the German population between 1933 to 1945 were true blue believers of the horrific ideals of Adolf Hitler, there’s no better movie villain ever than those damn scuzzy fuckin’ Nazis. Continue reading “Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS (1974)”
Oh baby, we’re back to some sweet, sweet blaxploitation!
There are few in the sub-genre of blaxploitation that are as highly regarded as Melvin Van Peebles’ Sweet Sweetback’s Baadasssss Song. It carries the distinction of being included as part of the permanent collection of The Museum of Modern Art. It’s also the first to be labeled as “blaxploitation”. So if you want to go back to the beginning of the phenomenon, well, you can’t go back further than this. Continue reading “Sweet Sweetback’s Baadasssss Song (1971)”
This week’s B-Movie Enema comes from the dawn of the glorious decade known as the 1980s. It’s the focus of every soft rock radio station’s weekend format. It’s the predominating style of music on all mainstream movies’ soundtrack albums. It’s the decade I visit the most by far.
And because The Hearse is a 1980 horror movie, famed movie critic Roger Ebert called it an idiot plot movie. It’s his saying for a movie in which all the characters in the plot have to be idiots. Now, I’m not saying that Roger Ebert is a snob and grossly underestimates the average horror movie, but most horror movie fans like this movie. Probably because they are idiots and they really like idiot plots. Continue reading “The Hearse (1980)”
It’s been a bit since I had a good old fashioned vampire movie covered on this blog. In fact, vampires have been covered more than any other topic here at B-Movie Enema. But you know what I haven’t covered nearly enough of on this site?
Smutty smutty, sexy smut.
Yeah, I’ve had fish rape and boobies and various sexual situations and even teenage guy shenanigans. But I’ve not gone full porno. Let’s rectify (*snicker*)… that situation. Knowing I am venturing into full porno and my history with vampires, we have 1978’s Dracula Sucks, directed by Phillip Marshack and starring AVN Hall of Fame inductee Jamie Gillis. Continue reading “Dracula Sucks (1978)”
As promised last week, our new B-Movie Enema article features three returning figures of recent BME importance – Candice Rialson, Barbara Peeters, and Roger Corman.
I figured, “You know, it’s summertime, and young ladies are probably trying to figure some stuff out and maybe helping teach summer school. They are probably also wearing short shorts. Some unfortunate kids are probably stuck in summer school. So let’s do a feature that incorporates all that!”
So here we are – Summer School Teachers! By the look of the poster, the knowledge of how popular this movie was and (relatively) well received, and Candice Rialson (plus other hot ladies), I don’t think it takes a math whiz to know this movie is probably going to be so far up my alley that… Well, I don’t know how to finish that sentence. Suffice it to say, this movie is gonna be just what the doctor ordered. Continue reading “Summer School Teachers (1974)”
And, lo… Did B-Movie Enema finally get to a new pinnacle of achievement. Mark this day – August 3, 2018. It is the day that I finally decided to cover a movie that features talking genitalia. It’s 1977’s Chatterbox.
Yes. It’s true. This is one of a handful of movies that feature either boxes or ding dongs that talk. And yes, this is only one of these movies. There is a literal handful of talking genitalia movies.
This movie hearkens back to the glory of the 1970s. This was during a time of “porno chic” – when X-rated and other very hard R-rated movies would play in actual movie theaters. I’m not saying they were all good, but this wasn’t just found behind the saloon doors of a video store hidden away from the rest of the movies and other customers there with children and partners. Continue reading “Chatterbox (1977)”